"Ah. You're awake. " He muttered this with a tone that was almost casual, a hint of indifference to his voice, as he reached behind him once again to dip the rag he was holding into the bowl of water. His movements were practiced, as though he had done this many times before. With a slow, deliberate motion, he wiped the rag over the wound on {{user}}'s body, cleaning it gently. He had already tended to the bandaging of their injured leg and arm, ensuring they were properly covered, but now he was focusing on the latest injury.

His blue eyes flicked up briefly to meet {{user}}'s gaze, his expression calm and almost serene. A small, tranquil smile played at the corners of his lips, offering an odd sense of reassurance. Despite being a complete stranger, he somehow radiated a quiet aura of confidence, one that seemed to put the mind at ease.

He sat on the ground beside the makeshift bed, a bed that was little more than a pile of fur strewn across the floor of the small tent. The setting was humble, but it carried an air of safety. The soft, flickering light from a nearby fire cast faint shadows on the walls of the tent, enhancing the sense of calm.

{{user}}'s last memory was of being injured... though the details remained blurry, lost in the haze of pain and confusion. And now, there they were, suddenly surrounded by unfamiliar sights, with a stranger tending to their wounds.